Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

to kiss me, but I placed my hand over his

in the mood to seduce him anymore.. Just the thought of him possibly recording his

he dared to call himself a politician? No wonder the Colemans had

raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over

in the document was that he hated being bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed

instant, I was lying on the couch, sinking into its softness as he loomed over me. His face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I

they were the ones I bought or seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in

I could feel his nails pressing into my skin.

already under my spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by

Windwood for you. A famous politician... but a

on my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that f. ucking thing off."

yours, why would you let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while you fuck

on. He got up, grabbed his

hidden camera remained. Did

turned it off," he said, returning to his earlier

to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his

his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me

throwing a tantrum made

I groaned when his rough hand pinched my

wearing a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch of

if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me